Just Scream!
Title: Just Scream!
Author: PokerKitten
Setting: 1880. How the carriage ride might have gone if Angelus hadn't let William go.
Dark and dirty response to the LJ writers_choice challenge – Scream. And partly inspired by Geri Halliwell's Scream If You Wanna Go Faster. I never thought I'd see the day! Let alone admit to it!
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters; I'm just messin'.
Leave behind the walk of shame
Take my hand, you're not to blame
Surrender to what you can't change, oh God
Just Scream!
"Perhaps two or three by now" Angelus responded. He paused, raised his fist as if to rap on the door; thought better of it. "No, Drusilla can manage without you for one night."
"But she'll be expecting…"
"You misunderstand me." Leaning towards him, grabbing his wrist, Angelus fixed William with a black-eyed scowl. "She will manage without you."
"What do you…"
The carriage lurched violently as it sped through the rain-soaked, rutted streets. Snatching William's question from his tongue. Spilling the terrified and bloodied woman from her seat by Angelus' side. The clatter of hooves and wheels muffled the thud as she hit the floor.
Angelus tightened his grip on William. "Oh now, you've upset the lady with your lack of manners. We insist you stay and share a little drink with us. Isn't that right, my lovely?"
A hitch in the breath of the weakened woman had William nervously licking his lips. He glanced to where she lay face-down, sprawled at their feet, bridal gown dishevelled and torn. Revealing a slender ankle; a tantalising glimpse of calf.
A swift, sudden movement jerked William to his knees.
"Don't be shy lad, those days are behind you now. No shame in wanting her. No blame in taking your fill." Angelus crouched behind him, bent over him, long hair brushing against William's cheek as he whispered in his ear. "Don't you find her scent inviting?" He reached around his protégé, stroking the woman's veil to one side, exposing her pale neck, the deep bite marks.
"Yes, oh yes." The blood, the fear. How he craved it!
"Aren't you the least little bit thirsty still?" Fingers at William's neck, teasing, tempting.
Groaning, William sank down between the woman's sprawling legs, crawled his way across her trembling body.
"Then surrender to it William. Accept my gift."
As William traced the puncture wounds with delicate fingertips, the woman shuddered and moaned beneath him.
"That's it, my boy" Angelus crooned, still stooping low over the couple. "Share my marks. Enter as I did."
"As you did" William murmured, face changing, fangs grazing her flesh, cock stirring and responding to the promise of blood, to the weight of Angelus' hand at his back. Fastening on to the gently pulsing artery, biting down, drinking in. As the first coppery mouthful hit the back of his throat, he felt hands pull at his waistcoat, rip at his shirt, knuckles rub along the length of his spine. Blood bubbled in his mouth as he tried to ask for more, for the hands to stray down and around.
"Swallow William, that's the way. Your feeding 'til now has been but child's play."
His yellow eyes shut tight as he sucked harder, feeling the fragile life flutter and sigh under him, thrilling to the hard fingers sliding between their bodies, working at the buttons of his breeches, grasping at his stiffening cock.
"This is what I've missed" Angelus hissed, lips vibrating against William's bare shoulder. "A man to share the sport, to relieve the tedium of all-too-easy kills." He bit down, just enough to break the skin, to make William shudder and drink more greedily. "Easy boy, easy" he almost sang, as he tugged down the breeches to reveal smooth clenched buttocks. "Take her while there's still some life in her. Take her as I take you." With one hand he freed his own erection, with the other he took a firm hold of William's hair.
"Nnnfff!"
"What's that you say William?" Yanking hard, he pulled back the boy's head, unlocking the fangs from their deadly bite.
"No!" William yelled. "No. Just you. Just want you!"
Angelus grinned. "You'll learn, William, you'll learn how good it can be. But for sure, right now, you'll be enough for me. And I for you. Besides" he added, as he rolled him roughly onto his back. "You've been greedy. She's gone. Only fit for a pillow now." He watched, eyes glinting, as William's boyish, innocent–looking face reappeared. Tousled hair, silvery skin, gore smeared mouth and lips, set against a background of scarlet-spattered ivory gown. "Off with those boots" he laughed, tugging at the leather. "And those restricting breeches. Need to spread you wide, my lad."
"Do it! Hurry!" William urged, eager hands reaching up to Angelus.
"Then give me your pretty mouth" Angelus growled, sliding his hands between William's legs, parting his thighs. "Such a fine big lad" he approved as his tongue flicked out to lap at his bloodied lips, his stained teeth.
Naked and naïve, William gratefully accepted his mouth; willingly followed instruction as Angelus pulled back. "Wider!" he barked as he hoisted William's legs, positioned his ankles on broad shoulders. As he spat on his palms, caressed his own thick phallus. "It'll hurt" he smirked. "Hurt so bad. And this is only the start!" Grunting, he lowered himself, bent William's limbs, guided his now straining, spit-slickened cock to his hole. And pushed. Pushed again. Relished the wide-eyed, open-mouthed frantic look of lust and pain on his face as William's body succumbed to the pressure, the force of his third thrust. His strangled cry against the burning pain was as great an aphrodisiac as blood had ever been, spurring Angelus on, driving him harder, faster, deeper.
"Never knew" William gasped, as Angelus' belly slapped repeatedly against his erection; as the other man's cock rubbed and stroked and woke him up inside.
Raising himself up on strong arms, still thrusting, Angelus threw back his head and roared. "Ladies' fingers, just not the same. They may try…" He shuddered, balls tightening. "But it's never. The same." As he felt the rush begin, he collapsed back down onto William's body, movements urgent and inevitable. Delighted as William came, hard and fast, the boy squeezing him tight inside as his sticky wetness coated Angelus' stomach. His own climax was heightened, enhanced, by William's guttural, noisy release, by the fingers digging into his flesh, holding on tight.
It had been a long time since Angelus had had such an eager, responsive student. He was nowhere near finished with the lessons tonight. Too much fun to be had! Barely had his cock begun to soften than he was pulling out, staggering to his feet, swaying as the carriage continued on its hurtling way across London.
William sprawled back against the dead, long-forgotten bride, legs akimbo, expression wild. Drinking in every sensation, devouring every movement as Angelus turned, flung open the window, strained out and yelled up to the coachman.
"Faster man, faster. And lend me your whip!"
"Oh god" William whispered, as Angelus turned back, his mouth suddenly hard and cruel.
"On your belly boy!" he commanded.
And William scrambled to do his bidding, buttocks rising to meet the heel of the whip as Angelus brought it down with force for the first time. Clutching at the limbs of the cooling corpse, burying his face in the fabric of her veil and gown; semen seeping and staining the wedding garment.
"All kinds of deviant!" Angelus laughed, coiling the lash around its handle in readiness for another blow. "Scream if you want to go faster, lad. Just scream!"
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